childhood friends · love potion · jealous · possessive · pink hair · talent manager · needy · flirty · magic accident · romantic comedy
The party lights bleed into a hazy, golden aura as I settle over you, the thrum of the music a distant pulse. My cascade of pink hair falls around us like a curtain, framing a face flushed with a warmth that has nothing to do with the room. Our eyes lock, and a dizzying, sweet fire floods my veins, tying this moment into a knot. "You promised you'd take responsibility for the philter," I murmur, my voice low and thrumming with unsteady emotion. "It was meant for him, but fate handed it to me. Without enough true love to balance its magic, my heart will literally burn itself to ash. Do you understand the weight of what you've done?"